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Sleeping at the foot of the bed

Nov 25, 2008 23:57

WHO: Alucard Dracul (toothsomehound)
WHAT: Alucard drags his new master back to her home and discovers the joy of beds.
WHERE: Integral's house
WHEN: Post-explosion

( Got a curse I cannot lift shines when the sunset shifts )

alucard, integral hellsing

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damnabletart November 27 2008, 20:31:24 UTC

Integral found consciousness sometime the next afternoon. Her head ached, her hair was bloodied, and there was something on her bed. The dogs were up on the cover, again, and she moved a hand over to brush them off. It was not fur that met her hand, which was rather jarring, but the feeling of suiting. After carefully sitting up, she realized it was Alucard. And the night before ( ... )

toothsomehound November 27 2008, 23:52:23 UTC

He was dreaming. He could see the white teeth of the Emperor again, feel the gold rings that left marks on his hips for a week after, and no matter how hard he struggled, no matter how hard he fought, no matter how loud the screaming, begging God and then cursing him, abandoning him, those hands would never- never- leave himAlucard came back to the world of the waking with a barked exclamation. Moving instantly at the feel of somebody touching him, he rolled off the edge of whatever he had been on and was clear across the room before he registered the pain that came with the movements, back to the wall and body crouched as if to spring. His eyes, wild and desperate, searched every which way. There? No. Nor there. Alucard's breathing slowed from a pant to a tremulous waver of pain ( ... )

damnabletart November 28 2008, 06:43:37 UTC

The reaction the vampire had to her touch was unexpected; Integral jerked back, almost expecting him to attack, but she retained her composure as he moved to the wall. His apology and posture made her pause, sliding from the edge of the mattress carefully to approach him.

"Alucard, are you alright?" Her voice was careful, a hand held out as if showing him she meant him no harm. "There is nothing to apologize for."

toothsomehound November 29 2008, 03:52:33 UTC

Integral's movements, from bed to him, were cautious, conservative. They were movements normally reserved for frightened animals. The comparison stung, as accurate as he knew it to be. It did the job, though- his heart slowed further, back to its normal speed. Alucard stared up at her, eyes shifting from wary to startled in a bare second. Almost despite himself, he reached for her hand. He took it after the briefest of pauses- momentary hesitation only seemed to strengthen his courage.

Standing, he exhaled softly. It almost sounded like a sigh. He opened his mouth to speak, seemed to think otherwise, and shut it. Finally, finding words had failed him yet again, he turned to her and enfolded her in his arms, burying his face in her hair. He didn't bite, or do anything more than just stand there. She was terribly warm, and small.

"You are well, then."

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